Sin
Sin
What is sin?
Is it when you raped me over and over again
as I would scream and cry begging you to stop.
Is it when you tied me to the basement floor
asking me if I wanted more.
Is it when you burned my flesh with red hot spoons,
or is it when you smashed my head with the broom.
Is it when you took fish hooks every time you were mad
Stuck them in so very bad.
Is it when you took the paneling boards across my back
which turned ever so black.
Is it the bruise's you leave, the scars you make
This is only my fate.
Is it the lies you tell, my body has become so frail.
Sin is all around, I wont make a sound.
I promise I'll die and never be found.
Copyright © Anita Harris | Year Posted 2017
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